Shade

Morning comes to silent tongues with broken

rhymes that fill the night like endless shadows

spreading out amongst the tombstones. Unspoken

epitaphs are hanging from the gallows.

Daybreak killing death caps springing beneath

moonlight faded chases darkness away;

Junkies try to sleep and grit rotten teeth;

Lovers hide between stained sheets, shadows play.

Cigarettes are lit, as water rushes,

exhaust rises, televisions broadcast

death for breakfast, America flushes

vomit, regurgitation of Rome’s past.

Peaking out from underneath a sewer,

Everything appears to be much newer.